He read over the text before pocketing the phone and stood. He didn't plan to work after he got home but he packed up his things as though he was planning on it and made his final way around the warehouse to see how Ariadne was fairing, how Cobb was doing and how Yusuf's compounds were coming along. Normally, even before now, he didn't always stop at Eames' desk to see how his work was coming along.

Even before they slept together and before their relationship changed, he trusted the forger to get what he needed to get done, done. Still, he looked over at the forger as he placed the strap of his laptop bag over his shoulder and said, "I trust your work is coming along, Mr. Eames?" He just couldn't not say something to him, even if he was planning on seeing him in a matter of minutes/hours.